Vulcan of Rome
l 'll sleep at his feet
l 'll bathe in his water
l'll choke in his heat
forgetting it's daughter
a pleasure boat calls
a sight seeing tour
Aeolian relax,
they fear not the facts
there's a crater above black
but wont worry me
l'll ignore all read facts
and just swim in the sea
so a sip of the wine
and then l'll fine
myth God Vulcan, Rome
i'm told, he's not home
l try not to think
if his times is to blink
that he has a lie in
as l sip on my gin
its a sight prettily
no sign hostility
but this trip to Italy
Vulcano , Sicily
.................................worries me !
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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